Small Things

Fields go grey

Every color escapes

Falling ash and debris

I can't move my hands or my feet

I'm locked in with barely a beat

Tunnel vision, polluted and weak

I don't know my way out of here

I wanna find my way

Back to you

Smaller we go

Down in a hole

No light above and below

Smaller we go

Down in a hole

No light above and below

Small things

I don't know my way out of here

I wanna find my way

Back to you

Forward and high

Blues in the clear blue sky